HAWMC Day 15 – Hope

I arrived late to the motherhood part of my life. Not just fashionably late, but the “Hey, there may be a few soggy canapés left on a tray over in the corner” kind of late. Truth be told, if it wasn’t for hope (and a hell of a lot of doctors), I wouldn’t be spending my evenings breathing in the intoxicating scent of my daughter as we rock to sleep.

So, I’m a big fan of hope. It can be raised up, floated, or have wings. It can sometimes be dashed. But you, Moira, showed me that it’s a tangible thing and that I’ll be able to touch it one day soon.

I’ve said before that I’m not holding my breath for a Type 1 diabetes cure. (Blue, while being a big awareness color for diabetes, is not a particularly beautiful skin shade.) An artificial pancreas is not a panacea, but right now, I’m like that girl you see in old footage of The Beatles who passes out when the first strains of Love Me Do waft into her ears. I am swooning on shaky legs.

I want to thank you for this:

All these years of walk teams and gala donations and scraping together what we can for friend’s efforts and asking my friends over and over to give and give more?

It’s not just pie in the sky. On Wednesday, I looked at what those donations have done for Lauren and the world. It’s real. The hope is real. I freaking held hope in the palm of my hand.

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Christel, I went and read Moira’s post, and then came back and finished. Between the two, I have tears. Hope and Faith are POWERFUL things. As I finished and saw the picture of Hope St. I started crying (still am while I’m writing this). Hope is what has gotten me through the last 5 1/2 years. Thank you!